Cyanide Finale - Kadaverdisciplin

By the hair he is being dragged

Into the (damp) cold darkness

Of a cell below

With cold handerafted steel

The ravished body is being crucified

Upon a wet concrete wall

By the limbs

He screams in naked fear

As the nails are being ripped

To the sound of laughter

One by one

Cyanide finale

Body without name

A corpse that holds no rank

Selfchosen departure

Speak, they scream

As a thousand volts runs through the flesh

That day in march when hell appeared

Within the godless walls

Within the godless walls

Among the moans of a face

That holds no expressions

One could behold a grin

As the glimpse of the eyes turned black

Cyanide finale

A body without name

A corpse that holds no rank

Selfchosen departure

Cyanide finale

Selfchosen departure